The Reunion
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The Reunion
Chapter 6:

Derek followed her into her bedroom while unsure of exactly how they had ended up in this predicament.

He found her standing at the foot of her bed with an unreadable expression across her features. He didn't know what the look meant. Her face looked like stone; she didn't look mad but sort of determined. She was just staring at him. He wasn't sure what to do, but he knew he couldn't look down at her half naked body. Not yet. He kept his eyes front and center locked on her hers because he was terrified of what she'd do to him if he looked. Castration flashed with a warning sign in his mind…which seemed ridiculousness because she was the one that started this whole thing. She was the one who took her shirt off and told him to prove it. But still, he wasn't sure. She had had a few drinks. He was still pretty sober, considering. Maybe he should just walk away...

But he didn't. He couldn't. Not unless she told him to. He stepped right up to her, closing the space between them, leaving them toe to toe, chest to chest. He was painfully aware of how easy it would be to tackle her back onto her bed that was just behind her. But he held his ground as she did hers. She stood tall in only a pair of tight black yoga pants. Her dark eyes just stared back at his, waiting.

He wasn't sure what she wanted him to do, or well how to start, strangely enough. Hesitantly his hands reached out to cradle her face. The pads of his thumbs brushed over her cheeks gently. That seemed to break her trance and it made her soften up to him. He was going to kiss her. He had to kiss her. Even if she suddenly changed her mind about the whole thing, he needed to kiss her and get that out of his system once and for all.

He leaned in slowly, giving her enough time to back away. He watched her eyes begin to flutter the closer he got. He parted his lips just enough to catch her bottom lip between his own. Her lips felt like silk and they tasted like red wine, what a lethal combination; it made him want more. He pulled away just a centimeter to see her reaction. Her eyes remained closed with her face tilted up at him as if she was waiting for another kiss. And so he complied by pressing quick soft kisses against her lips. He liked the sound their lips made together. He deepened the kiss, this time not pulling away.

She seemed to have the same idea and soon they were in too deep. Her hands were around his neck, pulling him even closer while balancing herself as she stood up on the tips of her toes to reach him better. She didn't let him lead them; she fought against him just like he hoped she would. But still there was something off, and he didn't like it.

He pulled away from her a bit before leaning his forehead against hers, trying to catch his breath. "Stop overthinking this," he mumbled, tripping over his words.

Casey huffed, rolling her eyes. "I'm not." She gritted out.

Derek rolled his eyes, unimpressed, before dropping his hands from her face and letting them slip down her curvy side until they landed on her hips. "I can hear you freaking out. Relax," he urged her.

Derek was nervous about looking at her…really seeing her. It's not like he had never seen her, he had seen Casey's naked body in ten different states of undress before. But he tried to block that part out of his mind. There were just too many times that he had barged in on Casey changing, or finishing up in the shower. He got more than an eye full. But this was different. This was Casey allowing him to look at her. And the blush that came from it this time, it was completely different.

He finally allowed himself to look away from her eyes. His eyes drifted from her eyes to her lips. Down her neck, which would look amazing when sporting a few hickeys, he noted for future reference. Next was her collarbone with her necklace falling into place…then the swell of her breasts, which wow! That was going to take some getting use it. His eyes didn't drift far for a moment, lingering there for a bit and you couldn't really blame the guy. He looked down to her stomach, which he wasn't sure how she managed to keep it flat since all she ate was take-out with no time for the gym. But now was not the time to consider any of that. Because at her hips, peeking out from her yoga pants he saw black lace that only reminded him of the scene in the kitchen a few minutes ago. His mouth watered in anticipation. He wanted to flick his tongue against the black lace before using his teeth to pull the garment off her body completely. But there would be time for that, and all of his other fantasies. The night was still young, and he had permission from Casey herself.

"Bed," he demanded, suddenly feeling breathless.

She looked like she was going to fight him on that. Not because she didn't want to lay down, but because he was telling her what to do. But regardless of the way her face scrunched up and her mouth opened to disagree, she complied. She turned her back to him for a moment before crawling up to the middle of the bed; she laid on her back and looked up at him expectantly.

He smirked, enjoying how easily she obeyed. He liked how good she looked, half naked and waiting for him. He reached up to pull his tie all the way open and unbuttoning the rest of his white shirt. He didn't take it off, he didn't have time. Seeing her all laid out in front of him…he just felt this need to cover her up with his own body. He had to feel his naked chest pressed up against her.

He kept his weight mostly off of her, balancing himself on his forearms enough so he wasn't crushing her. He dipped down to claim her lips once more. He nibbled on her bottom lip, tugging at it, before he pulled away from the kiss. Her hands were all over him, sliding up and down his chest before they reached up to push the shirt off his shoulders.

He pulled away after a while before looking down at her with a glint in his eyes.

"Come on Der," she whined. She brought one hand to the back of his neck to pulling him down for another kiss. The other hand slipped down to his waist to pull on his belt as best she could in between their flush bodies.

He laughed against her lips, enjoying her enthusiasm, before pulling away after a few more not-so-innocent kisses. "You're gonna have to give me a second here, Case." He explained.

"For what?" She pouted. And it only made him want to pull her back, but he didn't. There would be time for that later.

"What, you think I wasn't going to take my time? You thought I was going to just jump right in?" He asked with a chuckle. "I'm gonna make this worth it, Case." He promised. "I told you it can be all about you. But you're gonna have to let me do this my way." He leaned in until he was centimeters away from her lips and whispered. "I gotta figure out what makes you tick first. And that might take all night." He growled before kissing her one more time. He only pulled away when breathing became an issue.

She seemed to accept his terms, and let him move at his own pace. He moved down her body, littering kisses all over her neck and down to her chest. He swirled his tongue along her sweet skin, nibbling and biting gently, while listening to her reaction.

He realized that Casey was quiet, which was strange because she loved to talk all too much. He always imagined what she sounded like in bed. Filthy, he imagined. Running her mouth with nasty curses she would dare use outside of the bedroom. But this wasn't what he expected. And now he couldn't decide what was hotter. Was he doing a good enough job to shut Casey up? Having her quiet due to her inability to form words...which was it?

She may not be speaking much, but he measured her reactions by the sounds she made; her gasps, the whining that came from the back of her throat, the grunts, the whimpering, and especially the hitches in her breath when he did something she liked. Like when his teeth grazed her breast and he sucked her into his mouth gently. He made of note of that and all of her other pressure points yet he continued the trail down her body until he hit the top of her yoga pants. He looked up at her, awaiting permission.

She nodded through hooded eyes.

His fingertips dipped under the hem, pulling it down her hips, slowly revealing her black lacy boy shorts once again. He could have slipped those off too, but he didn't because he was taking his time, and he had his own plan for those. He discarded the pants somewhere on the floor before moving back to her mouth again, giving her a bruising kiss.

"Do you trust me?" He asked with his hot breath against the shell of her ear before his nose grazed against her neck, back and forth.

"I'm terrified to answer that question." She admitted, her voice was already shakily.

"Case...I need you to trust me," he almost begged. Because if she said no... He couldn't do it. He'd have to walk away.

She stared back at him for a minute, and then nodded, "I trust you." She whispered.

"So you're going to let me do this my way?" He asked slowly, making sure she understood what he was asking her.

She nodded, but he knew how strange that was for her. She was always so dominate and in control. She tried her best not to put herself in a vulnerable position. But he wouldn't hurt her; he wouldn't take advantage of her. But she needed to trust him first.

"No touching," he shook his head before he slowly removed her hands that were tangled in his hair.

She looked at him, confused for a second, but nodded again.

"No. Touching," he repeated with a smirk; his voice suddenly stern and demanding.

She laid motionless for a second with her chest rising and falling, with her frantic breathing. But after a second she replied by bring her joint wrist up to above her head. His mind flashed to the idea of handcuffs. Casey was willingly telling him to bind her? Yes, yes she was.

He nearly came on the spot.

He sat back on his knees that were at either side of her hips, the idea screaming in his mind. His hands fell to the tie around his neck before he pulled it off slowly. He slipped the tie between his fingers, feeling the silk against his fingertips. He was glad he had chosen that particular one for that night. He debated for a second if he was actually going to do this. Actually tie Casey up, leaving her to his mercy. And yes, yes he was. He watched as her eyes went wide with the thought of what he was telling her.

"Still trust me?" He asked one more time.

She looked between him and the silk tie and nodded yet another time. He took a deep breath and leaned forward to wrap the tie around her wrist loosely. It was mostly for appearances. She could get out of it easily if she wanted. He wasn't sure about her sexual past or how kinky Casey could actually be, but he liked finding out. He didn't bother tying them to her bed or anything. She wasn't ready for anything like that just yet. At least not with him.

"Der," she mewed from underneath him.

"Hmm?" he asked before leaning down to her lips once more.

"Clothes. Off." She groaned against his mouth; her hips were arching up to reach his, trying to get some kind of friction between the pair.

He knew that ultimately he was in control of the situation which was crazy because Casey really did trust him with this. And being in control meant he could have easily denied her, but he didn't. Because at the end of the night, this was about her and if she wanted him out of his clothes, he would comply. So he got off of her and slipped his shirt off his shoulders, throwing it behind him. He moved down to pull his belt open and unzip his pants, letting them pool at his knees before kicking them off. He liked the way she stared so blatantly at his chest and abs as he undressed; her eyes locked onto his body just felt good.

Although he really wanted to make a comment on the way she was looking at him, he had better uses for his mouth. He kneeled at her feet and started at her ankle. He pressed a kiss at the sensitive flesh above her heel. He moved his way up her leg while littering puppy kisses all over skin until he reach her thigh. He laid on his stomach in between her legs and sunk his teeth into the tender flesh on the inside of her thigh. He heard her groan in response. He smirked against her skin while nibbling and sucking as he left a mark in its place. He liked the way she took it upon herself to put her leg over his shoulder, wrapping it around his neck and giving him more space to work with. It seemed liked he was doing something right. After a while he went back down to her other leg and repeated the similar process.

He finally got around to pulling at the hem of her boy shorts and found a surprise before he managed to slip it down any lower. On her lower hip, easily concealed by her underwear, across the scar from her appendix surgery, Casey had a tattoo. It was small and easy to cover up. It was a black minimalistic balanced scale. He knew instantly why she had chosen it. She was always into astrology and her horoscope which just so happen to be a Libra. Also, the scale represented the idea of fairness in law, which connected to her being a lawyer.

He looked up at her in shock while she looked down at him with a smirk. He chuckled to himself, realizing that there was a lot more to Casey that he didn't even know. He reached out to trace the small tattoo with his fingertips. He then leaned forward and lapped at it, tracing messing lines over it with the tip of his tongue. He moved on from the tattoo and lapped at her hip bone, nibbling there enough to leave his mark while liking the way it dipped down. His eyes flickered up at hers and she was frustrated. She wanted to touch him, he knew that. She wanted to guide his mouth a little more to the center of her body, where she really needed him. And he would comply… in due time.

After spending enough time on the tattoo, he pressed kisses against her lower hip, over the lace material of her underwear. He knew it was thin enough for her to feel his wet kisses and tongue tracing over the material. He spread her legs wider, giving himself more space to work with, and ducked his head a bit lower. She took the hint and swung both her legs over his shoulder once again. He lifted her hips up to his mouth. He used the flat of his tongue to lick and swipe right up her center. Instantly he heard her chocked out cries of pleasure, and he felt her heels press into his back. He smirked, knowing he was doing something right and did it again and again. He mixed it up by biting and sucking at her center, and everywhere he could reach given his position below her. He kept going until she was thrashing above him.

Although he liked the idea of pleasing her, the noises coming out of her were doing a number on his own body. So, he decided to stop teasing and he reached up to pull the soaked garment off of her body. He sat up, letting her legs fall back onto the bed and pulled it down her legs, slowly revealing to himself the beauty that was Casey. After admiring her flushed red body due to his actions, he kissed his way up her legs again, faster this time. Even he was impatient.

This time he repeated his actions again without the offending underwear in between her body and his mouth. He teased her with the tip of his tongue, drawing out letters across her heat. Spelling things out he knew she was too far gone to even register. His hand had slipped behind her, cupping her bottom, and keeping her hips from bucking too badly. He could spend the rest of the night there just sucking and kissing on her core, but he had other ideas in mind as well.

He pulled away once more, making Casey wince in disappointment. That was until she realized what he was doing. He pulled his boxer briefs off in one quick swipe before laying completely on top of her. This time he made his way up to her lips.

"This okay?" He asked and if she said no, well it was going to be pretty awkward because she could feel him, completely without any barrier, between them this time. And there was just no going back to normality after that.

She replied by finding his lips once again, whimpering into the kiss with need. He groaned while finally lining them up. He pushed in slowly, giving her a minute or two to adjust. But Casey didn't seem to like that plan. She quickly wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him flush against her, and burying him deep inside her.

"Fu-" He growled into her mouth; he was unprepared for that sudden change in pace.

She shifted her position underneath him by lifting her legs up higher on his hips while biting down on his lips. Her head fell back down onto her pillow, her eyes closed and her mouth hanging open. The breath seemed to be stolen from her very lungs. She took it upon herself to set their rhythm, rocking against him slowly, painfully slow for Derek who had had very little pleasure on his end. But he matched her pace, rocking back and forth while sucking on her neck and chest and anywhere he could reach before finding her swollen lips again.

At some point it just wasn't enough. He needed her in every way. So he reached up with one hand pulling on one end of the tie and pulling her wrist apart easily. He instantly felt her fingers gripped onto a handful of his hair and her legs tighten around him. He liked being in control, and having Casey all tied up, but he also liked how she still got her way. He could have stopped her, and reprimanded her for disobeying (and oh, the possibilities of that) but he liked the way she felt when touching him; he couldn't ask her to stop. He couldn't deny himself the pleasure. Not anymore.

She managed to pick her head off of the pillow before ducking her face into the croak of his neck. And he expected to feel her soft lips against his skin, but instead he felt her teeth bite down on his flesh. The same spot she had marked him with a hickie only hours ago. The skin was still tender underneath her teeth; that combined with the memory of before was enough to send more blood pulsing down Derek's body. His breath hitched and his movements stilled because there was just no way that he could move afterwards, which only egged her on more. She looped her arms under his and sunk her nails deep into the muscles of his back before dragging them down at a painfully slow pace that only turned Derek on more.

"Case," he groaned before slamming his hips against hers with his forehead falling against her shoulder out of defeat. He let her feel all his weight on top of her, and she didn't seem to mind. He reached up his free hand and interlaced his fingers with hers before bringing their joint hands above her head as they rocked together. He looked up and noticed the way her ring sparkled in between the moonlight, illuminating the room.

"Der," she finally cried out.

Round two was a little different. The power shift changed, and his tie was once again used, but to blindfold him. Clearly that time Casey was in complete control.

Round three made things even stickier for them than before; Derek took a few body shots off of Casey's naked body. He poured the liquor in her belly button, and he slurped it all out before licking the salt from her chest then stealing a kiss. And then he tried the combination countless of times yet in different ways…until he was buzzed and she was shaking under him.

Round four and five became a blur because the sun was rising, casting shadows across their bodies, and they were exhausted but they just couldn't stop. The sun clearly was not the only thing that was rising. Hands reached out to rub and stroke each other until they were ready to go again.

"I really need to shower." Derek spoke from beside her with his arm tucked under his head with his body loosely covered by a bed sheet.

Casey was spent and disgusted with the feeling of sweat being mixed with everything else that was still sticking on every part of her body. "I can't be bothered to move." She admitted; regardless of how she felt, her muscles ached and her mind was fuzzy. She wasn't sure if it was all a dream or if it was real.

"This is your fault." He added before turning his head to look at her better.

"This time… I think I'm okay with that." She turned to face him.

"Regret it yet?" He asked; it was supposed to be a joke. But there was a lot more truth behind it than he'd care to admit. He was terrified she'd full on freak-out about it once the sun was fully up and the new day had started.

"Not yet. Give it a few hours." She smiled softly.

He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Does that mean I have time for-"

"If you can find the energy," she finished before he had the chance to finish the sentence.

He didn't let her words process; he just rolled over and let her take all his weight before he dipped his head back down to meet her lips. He could always find the energy for her.

"Hey Der," she spoke after a while. Her voice cracked a bit, sore like the rest of her body. She'd be feeling that for a while and yet it was okay because it had been a while and she needed to release all that pent up frustration.

"Hmm?" He hummed, pretty tried with all the night and day's events.

"Where'd you get this ring?" She asked slowly while spinning it around her ring finger with her thumb. Because this was a good enough time as any to talk about it, right? They had both sobered up a while ago.

"At the store," he answered before rolling onto his side to get a better look at her. The room was glowing orange, it was 6 am, but he still managed to stay awake enough to talk to her.

"When'd you get it?" She tried laying her hands flat against her stomach, clasping them tight.

"A few days ago."

"Why?"

"Because my wife needed one." He shrugged.

She didn't say anything. She wasn't sure what to say. The words flowed out of his mouth like it was just obvious. He was so smooth all the time! It made it hard to stay away, and to keep up with the facade that they had established years ago.

"Well," she sighed before reaching for the ring again. "You can take it back tomorrow," she pulled off the rings slowly before placing them on the bedside table.

"I had no intention of returning it," he replied with a furrowed brow.

"It must have cost a fortune," she fought.

This time he didn't reply. And she wasn't sure why. Maybe he was falling asleep. Or maybe she was right. Maybe it did cost him a lot.

"Derek."

"It's fine, Casey. Keep it. Wear it around. Claim that you're married some more." He smirked. "I know you like the feeling," he added.

She groaned out of embarrassment, swatting his arm playfully.

"Or you can wear it on another finger," he offered, like it was no big deal.

"Are you sure?" She asked after a while.

"Yeah." He sighed, sitting up. "Okay, I really need a shower now." He declared but it was just an excuse to get away from her and that way too deep moment. "You coming?" He asked because he simply couldn't help himself.

She stared at him, hazy eyes and all. "Carry me?" She demanded more than asked.

He lost track of the number of rounds.

AN:
So, I gotta be honest guys. I've read way too many ridiculously hot smut, and I know this does not compare. But that might be cause A) kind of completely inexperienced here! B) I try to keep it vague whilst detailed if that makes sense?

Anyway, with that being said, how do you feel about this chapter? I wasn't going to add the actual sex scene and just skip to the post sex scene talk about the ring, but... there is simply not enough Dasey smut out there, so I had to try! Even if it is like this. So, did it work? Was it at least KIND OF hot? Or should I just sit in the corner and think about what I've done?

Review? Pretty please.